Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.

All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Banda Bassotti, Drive Like Jehu, Cymande, The Divine Comedy, Audionom, Fluxion, Bob Dylan, Gichy Dan, Jesper Dahlback, Robert Hood, cv313, The Count Five, Khruangbin, Procol Harum, Popol Vuh, This Heat, Ronan, Lou Christie, Larry & the Blue Notes, David McCallum, The Buckinghams, The Zeros, The Fuzztones, The Flesh Eaters, The Blues Magoos, The Vogues, Brass Construction, Stetsasonic, Radiopuhelimet, Babytalk, Crispian St. Peters, Girls At Our Best!, X-102, Robert Görl, Aural Exciters, Faraquet, The Offenders, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Gun Club, The Residents, Grey Daturas, R.M.O., Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Associates, Black Flag, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Guru Guru, Absolute Body Control, The Fall, Skaos, Nik Kershaw, Malaria!, The Misunderstood, Ralphi Rosario, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Man Parrish, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Interpol, Second Layer, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)